Jacky, come give me thy fiddle,
If ever thou mean to thrive.
Nay; I'll not give my fiddle
To any man alive.
If I should give my fiddle,
They'll think that I'm gone mad;
For many a joyful day
My fiddle and I have had.
Jack Sprat would eat no fat,
His wife would eat no lean,
Now was not this a pretty trick
To make the platter clean?
Lady-Bird, Lady-Bird,
Fly away home,
Your house is on fire,
Your children will burn.
1. Let us go to the wood, says this pig;
2. What to do there? says that pig;
3. To look for my mother, says this pig;
4. What to do with her? says that pig;
5. To kiss her to death, says this pig.
Note. This is said to each finger.
Little Bo-peep has lost her sheep,
And cannot tell where to find 'em;
Let them alone, and they'll come home,
And bring their tails behind 'em.
Little Bo-peep fell fast asleep,
And dreamt she heard them bleating,
When she awoke she found it a joke,
For they were still all fleeting.
Then up she took her little crook,
Determined for to find them,
She found them indeed, but it made her heart bleed,
For they'd left their tails behind them.